CFNM Chemistry Brings Two Together

As a female college student away from home for the first time, I was into experimenting with different hobbies and spare-time activities.

I grew up in a rural area, my parents are protective of me, and to save money, I stayed home for my first two years and attended community college. I have lived a sheltered life thus far.

Now that I am in the big city, I want to explore all avenues of personal and professional growth. Shopping, more diverse courses of studies, art and history museums, and men.

I had a small pool of guys eligible to date in my hometown, so finding ways to be with men and to learn about them was a priority.

I saw an ad in a circular on campus for a Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) event this Saturday night, and I wondered what might go on at such gatherings. I emailed to RSVP and paid a small fee.

The event was held in private townhouse designed for events downtown. I felt exuberant to be using my new-found freedom to explore, but my rural roots offered mixed emotions about attending such a risqué event.

I entered the townhouse and was greeted by a beautiful woman in her 30's with a gorgeous figure and big smile. I gave her my name and ID. She acknowledged I was a first-time participant in her CFNM parties and welcomed me warmly.

The hostess sent me upstairs where 20 or so other fully clothed women were milling about with drinks. I went to the bar, and the female bartender said there would be five naked men joining us soon.

That created a tingling and feeling of wetness in my panties. The guys had not even come out yet.

Living the protected life in rural America, I have never been to a male strip show or seen a male nude entertainer of any kind. If it weren't for the Internet, I would not even know these opportunities existed for female audiences.

Soon, our lovely hostess emerged and behind her followed five gorgeous nude men.

What I liked is they were all different -- some taller, some more muscular, others lean, as well as the sizes of their dicks and shapes of their butts.

Oh, my God. Could it be him?

I'm pretty sure the third guy who came out nude is my graduate student in my chemistry course. His name is Steve, and he seemed to me to be very conservative and buttoned up in his life and studies. He is a model of intelligence, efficiency and professionalism.

Steve looked around the room to scout the ladies and finally spotted me. I hesitated at first but felt sorry for Steve and said hello.

He knew I was from a rural, closeted background, and he admitted he doubted he would see anyone he knew at one of these CFNM gatherings -- certainly not shy Melinda from chemistry class.

I saw that other women in the room were checking out the nude men and feeling their muscles, nipples, cocks and balls. I really like men's asses, so I asked Steve if he minded.

He was deeply into CFNM and performing nude for lady audiences. He blushed deeply at my touch and started getting erect when I fondled his ass, ran my manicured fingers across his chest and down to his dick and hanging balls. The lab coat hid a lot in chemistry class!

Steve and I avoided eye contact at first. It was just too early and new to both of us.

I took off my eyeglasses and gave him a kiss on the cheek, promising that what happened today would stay between us forever. He smiled in appreciation and gave me a brief hug. My dress rubbed against his crotch, and he lengthened a bit more.

Our hostess walked around ensuring that all of the men were comfortable and hard as rocks with the female attention. It was a good-looking group of ladies from all ages and walks of life throughout the room. If I were Steve or the other men, I would have been turned on too.

The men were indeed erect, so the hostess commenced with the first game of ring toss on the cocks. We all got three rings and could use them on any of the five nude men. I tried to toss my first ring on a Hispanic man's penis but missed wide right. I then aimed for an African American stud and hit the head, but it bounced off.

I winked at Steve and hit his cock straight on and it stayed. My prize was I got to kiss Steve.

I decided I liked him and wanted to know him better, so I gave him my best, most passionate kiss. His lips and tongue responded, returning my true affection.

I watched as the other ladies tossed. There were more misses than ringed cocks, but we all had fun and it was a bit of an icebreaker.

The hostess turned our attention to measuring tapes. She paired us up into teams of four to conduct a thorough inspection and measurement of everything we wanted to measure on our guy. I was paired with a team that measured an Asian man who was very polite and accommodating. He was seven and a half inches long.

They announced the others and Steve measured eight and a half inches in length. I would try to get the other measurements before I left, being a science nerd and all.

The suggestion that African Americans have bigger cocks might be true, as the one at our party was nine and a half inches. He won a blow job for later from whatever woman he wanted to give it to him.

The next exercise the hostess led was posing the five guys in as many embarrassing and humiliating positions as we could in a five-minute span. I got Steve for this game, and he did not disappoint me. His ass was shaped so wonderfully, and it was tight and muscled. His swinging dick and balls hung just right under him. I could play with those balls all night long.

The next round provided all of us with a chance to get active. We took turns dancing with the guys. There were a mix of fast rhythmic beats and slower songs. The fast ones allowed us to enjoy the men's swinging dicks and balls. The slower ones, which I preferred, conceded tight clutches allowing us ladies to handle the goods and to caress and stroke their bodies. When attractive women, fully made up and dipped in perfume ply their wiles -- and use manicured fingernails to tease nipples, testicles and cocks -- one normally sees a correlating reaction.

That was true in this case and all five men were taken to the limit with rock hard cocks leaking pre-cum.

The hostess saw what had happened, and right on cue she had us stroking and massaging their man meat. The guy who held back the longest from ejaculating would also get a blow job at the end of the night.

Steve did not hold on the longest, and I did not care. His semen was rich, white and sticky. I got some on my dress and another woman got even more on her blouse. It was a hands-on exercise, and I had only seen such lust on the Internet. To experience it in person was mind-blowing.

The rest of the night was networking with the other women, chatting up the guys and trying to come down from an incredible high.

I desired more quality time with Steve. I knew I would likely see him (not as much of him as I would like) in class. But I doubted I would see these other men unless I came to another CFNM gathering. I was hooked and felt I should sign up for notices of other events.

I waited until Steve got dressed and walked out with him. We both had a wonderful night and shared a secret love for CFNM.

We shared an Uber back to campus, and he walked me to the door of my apartment. I will see Steve next Wednesday in class, but not like tonight. There is hope that we might meet up after class, go on an actual date, or even see each other at another CFNM experience.

An early lesson in the big city is that in spite of its size, hustle and bustle, it's still a small world and chemistry matters.